Even More Random

So I had every intention of updating today to tell you about my first day in Edinburgh, and then I ended up having the most random night last night, and I've decided I'd rather tell you about that.

Almost every Sunday, Alex (non-roommate) and I go out for dinner. Usually this means simply getting kebabs or pasta, and then going to Bar du Centre for a while to talk. Last night though, was (almost) completely different. Instead of going for pasta or kebabs, we went to an Asian restaurant. I had canard laqué, seen to your left, which is basically roast duck and green onions and some kind of sauce. It is so good. And I ate the whole meal, rice included, without the assistance of a fork (aka entirely with chopsticks). Go me! Alex had some kind of curry chicken, and attested to its deliciousness.

Afterwards, we were promenading in town (I use the word promenade because in French, se promener means to take a walk, so in my mind it translates into promenade, which just sounds kind of funny) and saw a bunch of flashing lights on the other side of the river. I, with my affinity for all things sparkly, insisted that we go over there. So we cross the river to investigate, and it ends up being a fair, like the Jaycee fair at home, with stands selling fried food (and crepes, haha) and various rides. Alex was like, "Let's go on a ride!" and I was a little on edge about that, because most of the non-lame rides I saw were those terrifying spinny things, aka those big sticks with the seats on either end that are like the ferris wheels of my nightmares, and I dislike ferris wheels to begin with. The picture to the right is a better example than my description. There were three of varying sizes, so of course we stopped in front of the biggest one, which was bigger than any I had ever seen in the U.S. Then again, I don't frequent fairs, but that's beside the point. We stand there for a while and Alex asks me, "Do you want to go on it?" "Do I have a choice?" I replied.

"No."

So. I went on the big scary nightmare ferris wheel. And...it was really fun. For as nervous as I was, I was almost disappointed. But let me tell you, seeing this (although from a greater distance), was really weird:


And then of course we went to Bar du Centre to celebrate the conquering of my fear of nightmare ferris wheels. It was a good night.